Moore, who shot you," asked the cop. "Did you actually see the shooter?" I didn't actually see who fired the shot, but I've narrowed the list of suspe...cts down to two people for you, officer," I answered sarcastically. "You'll have to take it from there." You feel that your wife is capable of shooting you, Mr. Moore?" he persisted."Try finding out that your wife of 23 years is sleeping with your fucking accountant. Then have someone ask you if she might shoot you! You suddenly realize that you. Pulling on her hand, to stop her, I told her I was hungry. For food.She laughed."Getting ram-fucked by Ricky Ray can do that to a gurl!"I ate, she nibbled, we sipped champagne, and we revelled in theafterglow of an amazing night so far. After our nosh, she grabbed myhand, and we slipped arm in arm through parts of the mansion that werenew to me. We travelled indoors downstairs through a huge hallway,past a fully-equipped gym, and a wine cellar, and a studio completewith drums and guitars and. ‘I love you so much!’ the blonde girl hissed fervently. ‘I know.’ Miranda settled back down, resting her head on the other girl’s shoulder. A beat, and then, ‘There is still one, other factor,’ Sam said sounding dreadful. ‘Don’t say it,’ Miranda begged, squeezing her hand tightly. ‘Grey. What are we going to do about Grey?’ Miranda barked a humorless laugh, ‘The last time he felt provoked, he castrated someone with a piece of glass,’ Miranda covered her eyes with her free hand, ‘And from what I. I had indulged in some causal flirting so far, stringing her along to give me a free beer with my early dinner and it seemed that she had been anticipating me because I noticed straight away that the dumb little thing had more make-up then usual and her skirt was a lot shorter as well. "The usual Janin" I smiled approvingly at her attire which made her blush and scurry away to fix up my food and drink, and while later just as the last people went away leaving my alone with the young girl she.